Josh Wood charges customers up to £10,000 and flies to Beijing just to colour the hair of his elite clients

The convoy of armoured vehicles sped through the dark Kazakhstan night
carrying their precious British human trophy on board. At a prearranged
point on the abandoned desert road guards ordered out an unassuming man from
Barnsley with a bag full of dye. Pointing with guns, they bundled him into a
second car to make his appointment at the high-security compound of the
country’s power base.

Others would be alarmed, but this is life for Josh Wood. One day he might be
the only Westerner on a private jet as guards ferry him to the highest
powers in Pakistan; the next